Bud's eyes lightened with satisfaction when he looked at it.

There would be pleasure as well as profit in driving this old girl to Los Angeles, he told himself.

It fairly made his mouth water to look at her standing there.

He got in and slid behind the wheel and fingered the gear lever, and tested the clutch and the foot brake--not because he doubted them, but because he had a hankering to feel their smoothness of operation.

Bud loved a good car just as he had loved a good horse in the years behind him.